There are a few things I've noticed/learned while working at the gas station these past few weeks...
Stocking cigarettes is like filling giant, cancer causing PEZ dispensers.
There's something totally fucked up about your nine year old deciding which scratch tickets you buy, and getting super excited because she notices the new tickets we've started stocking.
People who need to come into the store to ask the cashier & everyone else what kind of gas they should be pumping into their car shouldn't be driving said car in the first place. Also, if you look at the gas pumps, you will see that there are all three grades of gas available at each pump. No, I'm not lying, we really are that cool.
No, you CANNOT buy alcohol with your food stamps, and I shouldn't have to explain why.
If/when you are falling down drunk, I will not sell you any more alcohol. Yes, I'm serious. No, I don't care if you're a paying customer.
Our store's panic button is incredibly sensitive... I hadn't even noticed I'd hit it until the police arrived... oops...
There are also a few good things...
Like the little old lady with the almost-beehive who drives a classic black Camaro and comes in only to buy scratch tickets & cigarettes. She's the nicest old lady ever. She doesn't pump her own gas either... her hubby always makes sure she's got a full tank to drive around on.
And my boss. He's really one of the nicest people I've ever met. Ever. I keep waiting for him to be an asshole, but I don't think that it's even possible. ^-^
All in all, I don't mind my gas station job. Most people are nice, and the assholes aren't usually regulars... mostly because we can kick people out if they're being truly awful, and our boss will back us up all the way. Sames goes with calling the cops (should we need to).
Now all I gotta do is find some shoes that are nice & squishy so my feet & knees stop trying to fall off after every shift...
Hope everyone is doing well. I miss blogging & stalking you all. I'll work on fitting a bit more stalking into my schedule... =D